Fairytale

When I was in elementary school I would go to a program at our local library. The program was about building our imagination. I loved it! Every week we would read a fairytale, write a page or two in our own fairytale that we were writing, then go on a mental walk.


For the mental walk, the teacher would have us lie down and close our eyes. She would then describe an incredibly detailed story. In that world anything could happen: we would visit the beach, go through walks through an enchanted woods, or run around our neighborhood. Some of my most vivid memories from childhood are imagining these new worlds.

Even today I am reminded of the enchanted woods every time I go on a walk through a forest. Because of those stories I almost feel there is another dimension, where all of the magic and wonder are still happening just as I believed they had when I was a child.

I wonder if this is the reason my transition from fairytale to religion was so seamless, I don’t even remember it. I had never thought of this concept before last Tuesday’s class. It make so much sense that if we grow up believing wonderful fairytales, it is easier to accept the most beautiful fairytale of all—The Gospel.